C'mon you can do this -. In his room he curls up into a ball and stares at the perks of being a wallflower poster he had across from his bed. He knows he's forgotten how. But is that possible? For the first time he needs it to be there for him and he feels abandoned. That's a sad enough thought, that should get him going. He scrunched his eyes like he is wringing clothes assuming he can coax one out through sheer strength. It fails, if anything that was a bad plan of action. He wants to feel vulnerable, not strong. It's supposed to flow out effortlessly, right? He is supposed to be in pain right now, He should be overwhelmed with emotion but he can't. Why? Not why can't he cry, being emotionally stunted is not exactly an inhuman anomaly, but why does he have to feel vulnerable anyway?. Well he knows why. Because the alternative sucks. The alternative that him and her ment nothing. He stares at the picture of her again, the one with her new ‘friend’. Still nothing, nothing but the pain. He feels the pain but it merely thumbs at the idea of emotion without allowing for it. He must. He simply must coz if he can't then. Maybe he didn't love her. But this is the most he has ever felt for anyone. And he tried so hard to show her that to no avail. And the day she said he was closed off and didn't show emotion, He knew what was coming. But he never FELT it. That's what he wants. To feel pain. Coz if he can't do that then will he ever? He looks down fast enough to see a single tear hit his blanket. His eyes stinging a rush of warmth runs though him. (He smiles, turning over and curling up yet again to give it another go.) He smiles and curled up into his ball to get the next one out.
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